Elvis
I let whatever feelings I had take over me
All evening at the surprise party, my eyes kept drifting to the entrance. Every time the door opened, I looked up, waiting for Hazel to walk through it and reveal her megawatt smile. The door kept opening, and it was never her.
The party carried on the way these things do, cutting my cake, listening to the boing speeches, receiving gifts, and the usual performance of celebration. I smiled when I was supposed to and said the right things to the right people. When the last guest left, I sat in the quiet of the house and felt void.
I didn't sleep. Kept picking up my phone and setting it back down, checking for a message that never arrived.
Then this morning, she walked in wearing that smile, holding a gift bag, and for a few seconds, I was
